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I say, a moving grove.

If thou speak’st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane : and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
If this which he avouches does appear,
There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
I'gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind ! come, wrack !
At least we'll die with harness on our back,


SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD,

MacDUFF, and their Army, with boughs. MAL. Now near enough: your leafy screens

throw down, And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, According to our order. Siw.

Fare you


Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them

all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.


Another part of the field.

Alarums. Enter MACBETH.
MacB. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or rione.


Yo. Siw. What is thy name?

Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a

hotter name Than any

is in hell. МАСв. .

My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce

a title More hateful to mine ear. МАСв.

No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my

sword I'll prove

the lie thou speak’st.

[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. MACB.

Thou wast born of woman.

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But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
MacD. That way the noise is. Tyrant, show

thy face!
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.


. Alarums.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently

render'd :
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.

We have met with foes
That strike beside us,

Enter, sir, the castle.

[Exeunt. Alarums.

Another part of the field.

MACB. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die

On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better




Turn, hell-hound, turn!
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.

I have no words: My voice is in my sword : thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [They fight МАСв. .

Thou losest labour : As

easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed : Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macd.

Despair thy charm; And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.

MACB. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense ;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

Painted upon a pole, and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant.
МАСв. .

I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd be him that first cries Hold, enough!

[Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,

MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Ross, the other Thanes, and Soldiers. MAL, I would the friends we miss were safe

arrived. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

MAL. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
He only lived but till he was a man ;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

Then he is dead ?
Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause

of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Had he his hurts before?

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